If I had one wish I wish I could go back to my old neighborhoodFor the good folks they all loved you as their ownThen I'd go over to my neighbor's houseKnock on the door and they'd all sing outCome on in sit right down and make yourself at home.

I sing their praises long and loud'Cause they're all my friends and I'm mighty proudOf the little old town back home where I was bornI wish that I could hear them say in the good old fashioned friendly wayCome on in sit right down and make yourself at home.

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Well, they don't lock their doors at night'Cause they all know they're a doing rightAnd the good Lord's bound to have them for his ownIf I'd go back to hear them prayIn the little fine church they all would say.

Come on in sit right down and make yourself at homeWhen I was a child of only three I said my prayers at my mother's kneeAnd I knew right then from God I'd never roamWhen I get the summons on the judgement dayI hope that I hear my Saviour say.

Come on in sit right down and make yourself at home.Come on in sit right down and make yourself at home...